Translation of the song Mama, tata, heta ja artist N.R.M.

Belarusian

Mama, tata, heta ja

English translation

Mom, Dad, it’s me

Kali mnie budzie sorak ź niečym

When I’ll be over 40,

Ci, navat, piaćdziesiat,

Or even 50,

Ja budu žyć pa-čałaviečy,

I will live as people live,

Plonna pracavać.

Work successfully.

Ja zapalu adnu śviaču

I’ll light one candle

I krasamouna pamauču,

And will keep silent eloquently.

I usio tady pačnu z nula...

And then I’ll start everything from scratch...

Lalalalala

La la la la la

Kali mnie budzie tryccać vosiem,

When I’ll be 38,

Ja skažu OK!

I’ll say ‘OK!’

Ciapier ja užo zusim darosły,

Now I’m really adult,

Nia toje, što raniej.

Not like I was before.

Usio šmatznačna i jarčej,

Everything has many meanings and is brighter,

Niama začynienych dźviarej,

There are no closed doors,

Usio jak treba tolki mnie...

Everything is just the way I need...

Jejejejeje

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Kali mnie budzie dvaccać dzieviać,

When I’ll be 29,

A, moža, dvaccać piać,

Or maybe 25,

Ja budu i kachać, i vieryć,

I will love and will believe,

Maryć i žadać.

I will dream and will long,

Zbuduju svoj ułasny śviet,

I’ll build my very own world,

Jaki razburycca uščent,

That will be destroyed completely,

I budzie vypita da dna...

And will be drunk bottoms up...

Nanananana

Na na na na na

Kali mnie budzie vasiemnaccać,

When I’ll be 18,

Moj ulubiony uzrost,

My favourite age,

Ja budu sam sabie zdavacca

I will seem to myself

Starejšym, čym ja jość.

Elder than I’m really is.

U vačach i sonca, i tuman.

Both sun and fog is in my eyes.

Prajści praz kryudu i padman,

To come though offence and lies,

I padać z vyšyni uniz...

And to fall from heights down...

Voś taki kapryz.

Such a whim.

Kali mnie jašče nia budzie,

When I won’t exist yet,

Budu tolki ja,

Only I will exist,

I budzie travień, budzie studzień,

And May and December will exist,,

Nieba i ziamla.

Sky and earth.

Ja nie ab čym nie paprašu,

I’ll ask for nothing,

Adkryju serca i dušu

I’ll open my heart and soul

I na prastoru palaču

And I’ll fly to free space,

I na uvieś hołas zakryču:

And I’ll cry with all my voice:

Mama, tata, heta ja!

Mom, Dad, it’s me!

Nieba, sonca i ziamla...

The sky, the sun and the earth...

Mama, tata, ja lublu

Mom, Dad, I love

Nieba, sonca i ziamlu!

The sky, the sun and the earth!

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